Thursday, April 21, 2011

A little background is in order- I broke a bone in my back a few weeks ago and subsequently have A LOT more time on my hands than any woman with a 4 month old should. Before you feel bad for me keep this in mind, I have not had to do a night feeding or a load of laundry in over a month. A broken back doesn't seem so bad now, does it ladies? (men, disregard this sentence). I have spent the last 4 weeks in bed and as a result have been going down memory lane out of sheer boredom. So what has come up for me exactly?

The Good (ohh, they've been good...)

The Bad (screw the bad, unless someone who happens to be reading this blog contributed to the Bad. In that case, F*ck you)

The Funny (Z-Man has told me I Am Not Funny, pay him no mind, he is simply jealous. I am kinda very, very, very funny. Sometimes. Although admittedly not when I am premenstrual, pregnant, driving, eating, listening to Coldplay, tweezing my brows, with my kids, or with Z-Man). The rest of the time, I am HYSTERICAL.

The Funny got me thinking about all the celebrity sightings/encounters I have had over the years. Now I bet you are saying to yourself "I know (or don't know) SoooRacy. She worked in the dullest industry known to (mostly) man. Investment Banking. She's not on The Real Housewives of WhereEverTheHell (I can't afford the boob job nor is my house in foreclosure), she doesn't hang out with a glamourous circle of friends (no offense friends), so why her and not me?

I will tell you why. I have no idea. Well, that is not exactly true. Most of the sighting/encounters I have had were the result of living in NYC for 13 or so years in my 20's and 30's. So, if you live in Utah and were wondering why you aren't rubbing shoulders with celebrities, now you have your answer. You also have the Osmonds, I'd say we are even.

I should have known what lie ahead when just a few months after having seen Blue Lagoon at ten years old, I would stand in line to have my passport picture taken right behind Brooke Shields. Sidenote here- wasn't I little young for Blue Lagoon? Also, I did not travel abroad until I was 16, so what was up with my getting a passport photo taken? Anyway, back to the story. I was MESMERIZED. She was tall, gorgeous, and wearing jeans with a blue down coat. She was also with her batshit crazy mother. I remember wanting to approach her in someway, but my future cool (yeah, I'm cool and funny) self must have knocked some sense into my pudgy little head. If you live in NY or LA, you do NOT, I repeat do NOT approach, or even pretend to recognize a celebrity. Rule number 1 in the cool rulebook. Years later in sleep-away camp I would brag about this celebrity run-in to an older camper. She trumped me when she took her school Yearbook out of her trunk and showed me Brooke's class picture. She and Brooke went to the same Jr high school. She also showed me Brooke dressed up as a cat on Halloween. I remember thinking she should have drawn on whiskers.

Around 11th or 12th grade Mark Gastineau (former Jet player) was a big deal. At least in NY, and especially on Long Island. He lived on the beach in Point Lookout, and rode his bike around neighboring towns as part of his training many mornings. It was not uncommon for me to see him ride past me on the way to school. I really could have given a rat's ass. I was not into sports or impressed by athletes in any way. But then magic happened. Mark started dating Brigitte Nielsen. Now she was a very, very big deal at the time and raised Mark's star quality in my eyes. I was bussing tables at the time after school at a restaurant on the water, on an inlet to be exact. The same inlet where Mark Gastineau docked his boat. From time to time some of us from the restaurant would walk down the dock to see if Mark was hanging out on his boat. If he was, we kind of hid behind something and watched him for awhile. Think of us as peeping tom's if you will. Well, one night we saw Marky G, but he was not alone or with guy friends. He was getting it on (at least in my H.S mind, they were probably just kissing) with Brigitte Nielsen! I remember we lingered a little while, then went back to work. I may have been taking dirty dishes of stinky seafood off tables, but I had a glow inside that could not be put out!

I want to jump here to the list of celebrities who stopped to pet my dog Indy over the years. If you have been in my life over ten years, you know of Indy. He was a charismatic Siberian Husky with a penchant for human blood. He liked to bite people, and I was basically a dog warden for 14 years. He must have favored celebrities over normal folk, as I am happy to report he never caused any celebrities to get stitches.

All the members of the girl group TLC fawned over and pet Indy at a rest stop along I 95. Jack Nicholson and Helen Hunt. As Good As It Gets was filmed on my corner in Brooklyn most of that summer. My boyfriend at the time and I spent our summer evenings walking the dog as close to the movie set as we could without getting yelled at by some assh@le PA. After a few weeks I think we were regarded as basically Extras for the movie, and both Jack and Helen would walk over and pet Indy. I think my constant anxiety over Indy possibly biting Jack Nicholson's hand in those moments quelled my excitement over meeting Real Live Celebrities. I wasn't star struck, just anxious but excited too.

This is a good time to note my recollection of dates is pretty much shot. Too many years of hard studying (pot smoking) in college is to blame. I am going to share my celebrity stories from here on end pretty much out of order.

Tim Robbins. I was living in Chelsea and would get up early before work to give Indy a long walk before I had to leave for the day. On more than one occasion I saw Tim Robbins walking home after what I assumed to be a long night of partying to the apt he shared with Susan Sarandon at the time. He would always run a hand along Indy's back as he passed by. That dude is tall. Matt Dillon. Whatever. Marisa Tormei. She was wearing gorgeous red sandals and I wanted to own them badly. Frances McDormand. I was living very close to her on the Upper West Side. She would walk around with the kid she had with her Coen Brother husband. Her son was around four I'd say and had a head the size of volleyball- I hope he's grown into it by now. She must have been one of those people who was always trying to quit cigs so never bought a pack, because without fail she would bum one from me as she pet Indy. I was (and continue to be) a huge fan of her work, so I'd be happy to share a cancer stick. It got to the point I made sure to always have my pack on me if I walked the dog. You know, just in case. There are probably a couple of others who have pet (risked their hands being seen on camera again) but I can't remember.

I was going to NYU at the time I was living in Brooklyn (see Jack N.). I took classes on Saturday and one afternoon was rushing with a friend in between classes to get some pizza. We grabbed our slices on paper plates and ran down W4th to get to our next class. As I turned a corner, SLAM. As in full body slam with someone who felt distinctly lighter than myself. I looked up and saw that while my slice had remained on my plate (thank goodness, a girl's gotta eat), a good amount of cheese and grease was on the vintage style furry swing coat belonging to the person I had body slammed. I panned up to her face and quickly recognized the girl I could have crushed upon impact was tiny Kate Moss. I swear, this is exactly what she did next- looked down at her coat with zero expression and then asked in a kind of wanky British accent if "We know the time?" I guess we told her and then she walked a couple of steps and turned the key into a beautiful townhouse with a red door. I hope it was hers, it was the sort of townhouse every NY'er dreams of owning. I also hope she has a more posh accent by now (I think she does). I sat a couple of tables away from her a few years ago at Balthazar. She had very yellow teeth.

When I was living in Brooklyn at the time mentioned above (I say this because I would later move to Manhattan, and then back to BK), I met Steve Buscemi. I did not appreciate this pre-Boardwalk Empire, as I would post-Boardwalk Empire. My then boyfriend was friends with a firefighter who had died from Valley Stream LI, the same town the boyfriend was from. Buscemi had recently done a movie based on a bar in that town called Two Trees Lounge. Buscemi was a close friend of the deceased firefighter and held a fundraising viewing of his movie where he would host a Q&A. Boyfriend and I got an invite and were happy to help donate money to the family and see Buscemi. As I remember the movie kinda sucked, but afterwards boyfriend and I went to a local bar with Buscemi and a small group of about 10 people. I remember (and then don't remember) doing a bunch of shots with Buscemi. He talked about his family, the movie, and was all in all was a really nice guy. About 8 years later I was living in Park Slope Brooklyn, the same town as Buscemi. One morning I tied a little yappy dog I bought after Indy died to a tree outside of Connecticut Muffin. **Sidenotes- I got rid of that yappy little dog real quick. Not only was he yappy but he ate his own sh*t. That's a dealbreaker in my house. I don't know why this particular coffee spot is called Connecticut Muffin. It is on 7th Ave in Brooklyn. PETA, don't come after me for trying the dog to the tree. Everyone in brownstone brooklyn does this. I'm a follower, not a leader** Getting back to the story, there was a long line so it was taking forever to get my mediocre coffee. Buscemi was a few spots in back of me in the line (I was not aware of this at the time). Yappy dog is doing what yappy dogs do- YAP. When I guess Buscemi got to his breaking point and loudly said "Can someone shut that dog up?" My first thought was to remind him we had once bonded over shots. My second thought was to do what any self respecting animal lover would do- not turn around, wait to buy my coffee, bypass my dog, and then walk around the corner so Buscemi would not see my untie the dog and therefore peg me as the owner. By the time I had circled the corner Buscemi had left with his own mediocre coffee and Yappy and I went home. I muzzled him and read the New York Times. Just kidding, I read the NY Post.

Remembering what I said about memory loss, we are now going to jump back a few years before all that fancy city living. My good friend D.M and I decided to move to Boulder Colorado soon after college. D.M, feel free to chime in on the comments section, but I'm pretty sure we chose Boulder by closing our eyes and pointing to a place on the map. I guess that was the extent of my research capabilities before Google. Anyway, another college friend of ours had decided to move to New Mexico. Here is where it gets a little fuzzy- either she or a friend of hers worked for the phone company and illegally looked up and gave me George Clooney's phone number. This was during the first season of E.R. and he was getting a ton of press so it was probably pretty common knowledge he had a house in Santa Fe. There was a period of about 2 months that I called his house on a regular basis. Now, before you get all judgy pants on me for prank calling, let me explain. What may have begun as a desperate 23 year old waitress in CO prank calling a budding international star, would end up a deep friendship. OK, not really a friendship. BUT, and this is the great part - Clooney and the drunk group of guy friends that were seemingly there every time we called, LOVED IT. George would answer, we would make up some chicks name (he knew it was the same caller, but I guess it was part of the allure for him!) and he would kinda talk for about a minute and then hand the phone off to his drunk friends that would also talk to us. I think it is generally known by now that George Clooney is famous for being a prankster. I'm not sure if I started him down that path, or if we were just birds of a feather. Either way, I'm fine with it. I should let it be known that although I have lost just about every Blackberry and cell phone I have had in the last ten or so years, downstairs on my bookshelf is the address book with George's phone number. The best part- I put him under 'C' for Clooney, and wrote "George's house in Santa Fe". If one of my future grandchildren find that address book they are going to brag to their friends Granny was a personal friend of George Clooney's. I'm SO keeping that address book.

Other celebrity occurrences during the years I lived in Park Slope, Brooklyn- Jennifer Connelly and Paul Bettany on a pretty regular basis. They lived a few blocks from me and we apparently used the same local pharmacy. Paul is hot and just seems like a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. Jennifer, not so much. She looks moody and hungry. One day I was at the pharmacy at the same time they were and I remember the store was pretty empty. Paul throws a stick of women's deodorant into the basket Jennifer was holding and then LOUDLY starts sharing his thoughts on deodorant. I will pass his thoughts on to you. Paul does not see why ANY man would use anything other than women's deodorant. It comes in such lovely scents! Why wouldn't a man want to smell Powder Fresh or Summer Breeze! It was very evident he was trying to playfully embarrass Jennifer (but he was serious about the deodorant, they bought it). I saw John Turturro once in a while walking down 7th Ave. He was another really tall dude. It seemed he was wearing tube socks up to his knees, shorts, and was speaking loudly into his cell phone every time I saw him. He seemed kinda nuts.

When I was pregnant with my eldest, Sasha, I had a couple of very satisfying celebrity run-ins. Chris Noth tipped his hat to me exiting a restaurant I was entering. Leonardo DiCaprio (I love him, sorry Z-Man) said hello to me as we crossed paths on a lower east side side street. I took the following away from these encounters, even the hottest celebrities have a soft spot for a very pregnant (fat pregnant, not skinny Manhattan pregnant) woman. If you are in Utah and are thinking of visiting the Big Apple soon, get knocked up first. Your chances of having a celebrity story to share with your friends back home will be much, much greater. BTW, not picking on Utah at all, just using you repeatedly as an example. Salt Lake City is one of the most beautiful cities in the country in my opinion.

Eric Nieves from season 1 of The Real World spilled a drink on me at a bar one night. I remember being really pissed off and hoping his career would tank. I feel a wee bit guilty for all the powers I must have over the universe. Sorry Eric.

While working at Credit Suisse, Gene Simmons from Kiss walked past my desk and gave me a compliment. Where should we begin? Let's see- WTF is the guy from KISS doing walking past my desk at 8:00 a.m? Why is he wearing a shiny black suit with a bright red tie and a red carnation in his jacket pocket? Doesn't he know that an Investment Bank is WASP central and his color palate and panache will be looked down upon? Oh yeah, he's Gene SIMMONS, he doesn't give a sh@t what Chip and Buffy think. We made eye contact and he said to me...are you ready..."You my dear have lovely hair". I calmly said, "and so do you". He did. His blow out was better than mine. OK, so what was Gene Simmons doing in my office that day? I'm still not sure (I did Marketing/Publishing type of work, not finance), but I think he was trying to raise capital off of the KISS catalog.

Another big (but actually teeny tiny) celebrity sighting at Credit Suisse- Arnold Schwarzenegger. Dude is short. It was a big deal he was there that day, a lot of people found reasons to walk past the area he was in and gawk a bit. This is while he was the Governator, and he was trying to raise money for his state which we all know was in huge debt. Joe Namath came to the trading floor one day. Again, no idea why. He did have a football though, and was tossing it back and forth to some trader guys. They were rich and athletic!

I won tickets to VH1 Divas Live concert and sat a couple of rows behind Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee. I actually witnessed the moment Pam and Kid Rock met (they went on to date for a long time in Hollywood years). Tommy Lee called Kid Rock over said hello, then introduced Pam's breasts, I mean Pam. I guess sparks flew. I didn't feel them, I guess I wasn't sitting that close.

A friend of mine became friendly with one of the guys in Billy Joel's band. A drummer I think. He gave us front row seats and backstage passes to an Elton John/Billy Joel concert at MSG. Everything about that night is pretty awesome. Going backstage during a concert whenever you get a little snacky, thirsty, or have to use the bathroom is awesome. Not being able to do that anymore is a bit like flying in First Class and then flying Economy every trip afterwards. Too many celebrities were hanging out back there to remember or name, but only one really stands out. Chris Rock and his beautiful wife. I was convinced he was there gathering material for his next stand-up show. When we were actually sitting (standing) in the front row during the concert we were next to David Furnish who is Elton's long term partner. Who knew that about 6 years later he and I would give birth to a baby on the same day (December 25th, 2010- yes, Christmas). Only one of us used our Vagina though.

I'm getting tired. Thinking about Z-Man up all night with the baby last night is really making me sleepy. I'm going to give you one last story. All other encounters will be shared at a later date.

THE BEST IS FOR LAST.

One day during the time I worked at Credit Suisse I went outside with a co-worker during lunch. The guy I was with needed to stop at some bank on Park Avenue that only rich people use for everyday banking. I can't remember the name of it, and it probably has tanked since then anyway. My co-worker went inside to do his banking, while I stood outside near the doorway and lit a cigarette (I guess I smoked a lot back then, gross). I must have been having a very, very, very good day, because one of the Baldwin Brothers approached me and asked for a cig. I recognized him right away, took in his hotness, and gave him a cig. He starts talking to me in the most casual way, as if he is Joe Anybody. He asks my name, where I work, etc. He then goes on to tell me that he is in town because his mother has asked him to attend some kind of breast cancer event she is hosting. Baldwin Brother then asks if I'd like to meet up afterwards for a drink. During the time of this conversation my co-worker walked out the door, saw who I was talking to, and kind of stood back in perplexed amazement. In case I never got the chance, I want to thank this co-worker for not "C*ckblocking" me as they say in PTA. Now, that sounds like I actually met up with this guy for a drink, right? I didn't. I'd like to say it was because he was married and his wife was in some cheesy singing group that I secretly listened to. But, that isn't the reason. I was holding myself out for Alec.

More at a later date, but I would LOVE you to leave comments sharing your own celebrity stories. C'mon- you know you have some....

A wee bit about me...

I am mom to a baby boy who looks like a linebacker, and a 6 year old girl who has Williams Syndrome and bakes a mean chocolate chip cookie. I am engaged to, domestic partners with, and will eventually get around to marrying my long term Man. He will be referred to as Z-Man on this blog as to not embarrass him to the rest of the world. He is a big tough ESU NYPD police detective- you know, the SWAT guys we see in movies. He also enjoys chick flicks WAY more than I do, and told me last night he wants to start a show called "Cop Chef"...good luck with that one honey :)